Joe lay as still as possible while the machine hummed around him. He had a damned itch on his nose, but tried not to even twitch it. The last thing he wanted to do was screw up an expensive test. Would he be charged double if they had to run it twice because he’d moved? He didn’t want to chance it and tried to think calming thoughts.
It didn’t take as long as he’d thought it might. Before he knew it, he was out of the machine and being helped back onto the bed. He felt sore. Hopefully they’d give him some pain meds when they sent him home. Or sooner. Sooner would be better. Maybe that was what one of the IVs was doing, but if so, it wasn’t working too well.
He closed his eyes again as a tech wheeled him through the halls back to his space in the ER. He was exhausted, too. What was it, mi
